Confession of a Twisted Mind

It just got real, My mind, dark and darkness. It takes over time to time, the deep throught of killing someone with my bare hands. It excite's me, to here the flesh of someone skin tearing open, watching the blood pouring out. watching blood driping down someone's body. Yes, yes, yes, the feel of someone esle's blood on my skin. It turns me on, Blood, blood, blood. The color the smell, oh how I enjoy. Pain is what I gain, Pleasure is what I feel. To kill is who I am.